FA+
Shop
Tripp report submitted to neuro-soup
15 years ago
They said it had to be at least three paragraphs to qualify for a free month of membership.
My name is panda and I like to see visions. I am enlightened and spiritually attuned and have only the greatest respect for life and reality. That said, I gained such respect and knowledge through the recreational use and abuse of substances. So my only advice is that you approach salvia and any other hallucinogenic substance with caution, if you are not ready for the experience there is no pulling back.
In the early summer of 2009 my good friend from out of town was by and he was very distressed. He was having family issues and a self identity crisis. I did my best to placate and console him, but his entire visit I could see his emotions looming over him as if they had physical substance, his whole body was contorted and I could clearly see he was suffering. Despite all the he put on a jovial guise for all those others around us who called him friend. We drank and we sang and we danced all night, he told stories of his past adventures and we all told stories of our own till' the sun refracted on my days old stray whiskers.
We smoked pot and drank more, for this was a celebration of lives and destiny. My friend would be leaving by nightfall, perhaps never to return...
As the morning star faded and the pale blue luminescence that makes me love the early morning so much began to fade, the more yellow and ocher tones of day that most are familiar with began to warm my flesh and fur.
I was comfortable, I was in a wonderful supportive environment full of friends and family, the mood was right, the setting was perfect. My friend from out of town approached me with a vial of salvia concentration of no less than twenty-five percent. He, two other good friend, and I all ventured off to my chamber. We had a goal and clear objective, we were seeking insight and spiritual fortune, as it was always such.
I helped my friends one by one venture off and return again, salvia from the observational point of view is always so interesting. The time period is always so brief but the adventurers most return with a wealth of knowledge and respect that seems impossible to gain in such a time period.
As my friend from out of town ended his journey he did not want to explain his experience in any amount of depth. He handed me the vessel and holy chanunpa, it was my own turn.
I began the process of exciting gasses to such a vibration that they would produce a visible light source. The energy transfer between such a source of light energy and a dry organic material such as salvia concentration causes ignition of the organic and conversion of its volatile compounds.
Into the lungpeice. Many times have I heard and seen methods of rapid combustion accompanied by a short holding period, then repeated. I however this time opted for a large but comfortable "hit" with lots of extra oxygen, I suppose you could say I took a half lungful of smoke and then inhaled only air after that point.
Having done salvia many times in the past I was well aware of its subtle nuances, mainly the pulling and personally unsettling creeping feeling that emerges from behind my head to settle over my brows. While certainly distress by such feelings, I was well aware they were only part of the substance and my body becoming acquainted with one another, I remembered it clearly, so I had nothing to fear.
All other times before I had felt and urge to resist "the void" as many like to call it, this time there was no resistance, only a true salvia embrace.
Suddenly a decade had come to pass and I was wondering a oft avoided deep wood trail with my partner and fellow imperial spy and royal assassin "Ramona". We had been traveling practically on our bellies for weeks now, the air was cold and damp, moss hung down from the trees as men sentenced to be hung in those very places. The ground was crawling with exoskeletal lifeforms of all kinds and colors. I was super aware as any assassin had to be, in this hostile environment the insects were as potentially deadly as any zealot or high paladin and mount, so knowing the difference between the dualcolored jug-beetle and the aggressive stagbug was life or death.
I had 3 years of training up to this point in bio-organic chemistry and animal anthropology. Ramona was my one on one tutor the whole time. We lived together and slept together and learned to love one another in a secret library located two basements under our lord Lachlondel's indestructible chateau.
We were on a mission to assassinate his brother Lachlerrin and his entire royal guard slowly and secretly over the course of 5 years. We would have to breach the walls of his city and integrate with the peasant populace before we had any chance at exposure.
We were supposed to meet a small trade caravan on the trail we were adjacent to hours ago, it was starting to get dark and all we could do is sit on the sideline in camouflage waiting for our tardy ride. She and I would sneak into the great city by way of coffin. The coffin craftsmen had agreed to let us ride and hide for a sum of no less than 2 lbs of gold, enough to retire and live for the rest of his years. A good deal considering he was a mere 14 years of age.
Despite my own youth I grew tired and set up shifts with Ramona, as I closed my eyes I noticed a pale blue flower opening its pedals for the moonlight. Just then I noticed a piercing black hole in the center of my vision, I heard a familiar voice emitting from it.
I reached my hands forward despite the hole being a significant distance away visually. I grabbed its edges and pulled myself through.
I was on my own bed in my own chamber with all my old friends. I was a little confused as this was only a distant memory... I had been born again and lived a life of fifteen years in a library with a beautiful intelligent skilled woman who raised and cared for me and eventually through my own wiles and intelligence fell madly in love with me. We had seen so much together and what we were doing was so important to the society that we existed in...
Here I was back in a life I had almost forgotten. It took several minuets for my friends to convince me that I had not gone anywhere physically! It was truly a powerful experience. I had be away from this world that you know for a mere 2 minuets on your timeline. But I still retain all of my bio-chemical knowledge taught to me and I have very detailed instructions on how to butcher animals that do not exists in this world. I have a tenancy to speak in a formal diction and cadence do to my royal upbringing and the entire experience changed my life once again.
How lucky am I to have lived a life outside my own?
How many people could handle and accept such an abrupt return?
I am still in love with my step-mother, caretaker, and partner Ramona. Having a partner and children of my own on this planet in this existence, that is a very hard thing to deal with and the consequences of it I am certain are still untold. I love my partner and children, but deep down I am torn between the real and what most would consider fantasy.
I still wonder if I shall ever return to the Kingdom of Lachlondel and if I might ever see my forbidden taboo love mother Ramona again...
My name is panda and I like to see visions. I am enlightened and spiritually attuned and have only the greatest respect for life and reality. That said, I gained such respect and knowledge through the recreational use and abuse of substances. So my only advice is that you approach salvia and any other hallucinogenic substance with caution, if you are not ready for the experience there is no pulling back.
In the early summer of 2009 my good friend from out of town was by and he was very distressed. He was having family issues and a self identity crisis. I did my best to placate and console him, but his entire visit I could see his emotions looming over him as if they had physical substance, his whole body was contorted and I could clearly see he was suffering. Despite all the he put on a jovial guise for all those others around us who called him friend. We drank and we sang and we danced all night, he told stories of his past adventures and we all told stories of our own till' the sun refracted on my days old stray whiskers.
We smoked pot and drank more, for this was a celebration of lives and destiny. My friend would be leaving by nightfall, perhaps never to return...
As the morning star faded and the pale blue luminescence that makes me love the early morning so much began to fade, the more yellow and ocher tones of day that most are familiar with began to warm my flesh and fur.
I was comfortable, I was in a wonderful supportive environment full of friends and family, the mood was right, the setting was perfect. My friend from out of town approached me with a vial of salvia concentration of no less than twenty-five percent. He, two other good friend, and I all ventured off to my chamber. We had a goal and clear objective, we were seeking insight and spiritual fortune, as it was always such.
I helped my friends one by one venture off and return again, salvia from the observational point of view is always so interesting. The time period is always so brief but the adventurers most return with a wealth of knowledge and respect that seems impossible to gain in such a time period.
As my friend from out of town ended his journey he did not want to explain his experience in any amount of depth. He handed me the vessel and holy chanunpa, it was my own turn.
I began the process of exciting gasses to such a vibration that they would produce a visible light source. The energy transfer between such a source of light energy and a dry organic material such as salvia concentration causes ignition of the organic and conversion of its volatile compounds.
Into the lungpeice. Many times have I heard and seen methods of rapid combustion accompanied by a short holding period, then repeated. I however this time opted for a large but comfortable "hit" with lots of extra oxygen, I suppose you could say I took a half lungful of smoke and then inhaled only air after that point.
Having done salvia many times in the past I was well aware of its subtle nuances, mainly the pulling and personally unsettling creeping feeling that emerges from behind my head to settle over my brows. While certainly distress by such feelings, I was well aware they were only part of the substance and my body becoming acquainted with one another, I remembered it clearly, so I had nothing to fear.
All other times before I had felt and urge to resist "the void" as many like to call it, this time there was no resistance, only a true salvia embrace.
Suddenly a decade had come to pass and I was wondering a oft avoided deep wood trail with my partner and fellow imperial spy and royal assassin "Ramona". We had been traveling practically on our bellies for weeks now, the air was cold and damp, moss hung down from the trees as men sentenced to be hung in those very places. The ground was crawling with exoskeletal lifeforms of all kinds and colors. I was super aware as any assassin had to be, in this hostile environment the insects were as potentially deadly as any zealot or high paladin and mount, so knowing the difference between the dualcolored jug-beetle and the aggressive stagbug was life or death.
I had 3 years of training up to this point in bio-organic chemistry and animal anthropology. Ramona was my one on one tutor the whole time. We lived together and slept together and learned to love one another in a secret library located two basements under our lord Lachlondel's indestructible chateau.
We were on a mission to assassinate his brother Lachlerrin and his entire royal guard slowly and secretly over the course of 5 years. We would have to breach the walls of his city and integrate with the peasant populace before we had any chance at exposure.
We were supposed to meet a small trade caravan on the trail we were adjacent to hours ago, it was starting to get dark and all we could do is sit on the sideline in camouflage waiting for our tardy ride. She and I would sneak into the great city by way of coffin. The coffin craftsmen had agreed to let us ride and hide for a sum of no less than 2 lbs of gold, enough to retire and live for the rest of his years. A good deal considering he was a mere 14 years of age.
Despite my own youth I grew tired and set up shifts with Ramona, as I closed my eyes I noticed a pale blue flower opening its pedals for the moonlight. Just then I noticed a piercing black hole in the center of my vision, I heard a familiar voice emitting from it.
I reached my hands forward despite the hole being a significant distance away visually. I grabbed its edges and pulled myself through.
I was on my own bed in my own chamber with all my old friends. I was a little confused as this was only a distant memory... I had been born again and lived a life of fifteen years in a library with a beautiful intelligent skilled woman who raised and cared for me and eventually through my own wiles and intelligence fell madly in love with me. We had seen so much together and what we were doing was so important to the society that we existed in...
Here I was back in a life I had almost forgotten. It took several minuets for my friends to convince me that I had not gone anywhere physically! It was truly a powerful experience. I had be away from this world that you know for a mere 2 minuets on your timeline. But I still retain all of my bio-chemical knowledge taught to me and I have very detailed instructions on how to butcher animals that do not exists in this world. I have a tenancy to speak in a formal diction and cadence do to my royal upbringing and the entire experience changed my life once again.
How lucky am I to have lived a life outside my own?
How many people could handle and accept such an abrupt return?
I am still in love with my step-mother, caretaker, and partner Ramona. Having a partner and children of my own on this planet in this existence, that is a very hard thing to deal with and the consequences of it I am certain are still untold. I love my partner and children, but deep down I am torn between the real and what most would consider fantasy.
I still wonder if I shall ever return to the Kingdom of Lachlondel and if I might ever see my forbidden taboo love mother Ramona again...
